A/N: Shortest A/N ever. I don't have much to say. Enjoy!
'Oh, this is going to be bad. This is going to be so bad.' Legolas grit his teeth and grabbed Frodo's hand, ignoring his yelp, and dragged him down the hall at a near run, with the other 3 hobbits in tow. 'I'm never going to live this down. Gimli and Aragorn are going to be standing right there. Wait...What happens if this doesn't work? To late for that now.' Legolas pulled the bandana off his head just a moment before he walked into the main entrance of check out area. Pulling his hair in front of his ears, he walked up to the lady behind the counter. "Excuse me ma'am. I'd like to check out my son."
"Why of course sir, I'm just going to need to see some form of ID, since he is a minor ," she answered routinely.
'Oh here it comes.' Legolas gritted his teeth and gave her a look that he hoped expressed fury. "SIR?! You think I am a MAN?! I REFUSE to be mocked like this! First they hardly let me see my baby, and now you EMBARRASS me like THIS!?"
"I.I..I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-" stammered out the receptionist, blushing furiously.
"You didn't mean-? Oh, well I guess that makes up for it then. Come on, we don't need to take this!" With that Legolas turned violently, Frodo still in hand, and bolted for the nearest elevator. Gimli and Aragorn joined them moments later, and Legolas pushed the 'First Floor' button. An uneasy silence fell in the elevator. Frodo pulled his hand out of Legolas', who had forgotten he was holding it, and slowly rubbed his bruised fingers and aching joints. The doors opened and Legolas walked out, silently leading a group that had not been together for thousands of years. After a few twists and turns, Legolas pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, and walked up a set of stone stairs. Unlocking and opening the door, he walked inside, leaving the door open for those following. It wasn't until the door had been closed by Pippin, the last one threw, that the silence was broken.
Aragorn snorted, and then snickered, which evolved into a fit of hysterical laughter. Gimli followed soon after, along with the hobbits. Legolas stood still as stone, glaring daggers at all of them. When Aragorn was chokeing for air, and the hobbits doubled over and shakeing in silent mirth he asked, "Are you nearly done?"
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am. Please don't shout at me!" Aragorn playfully hid his head with his arms. This caused another round of laughter. After a few minutes the new arrivals got control of themselves. "You, my old friend, should be an actor."
"I'm afraid there isn't a huge demand for pointed ears in this day and age." Legolas pointed out coolly. "And as for old friend, you are right. In case you have forgotten, you should be dead. All of you." This sobered them up quickly as any last chuckles were quickly extinguished at the thought. "And that brings up the interesting question, why, and how, are you back?"
"I'm afraid I don't have much of an answer, but I may have an idea. Right before I ended up here, I heard a voice that told me I had a purpose to serve here, and that my friends would need my help. I assume that's you."
"The Valar." Legolas muttered, nearly inaudible. When six sets of eyes turned to look at him, he explained further. "This has happened before, but it was only a tale, I assumed. My father told it to me once. During the War in the Second Age of Middle Earth some soldiers claimed to have been led away from their doom by Lómilmandel, one of the great fighters of the First Age. He told them the Valar had returned him to give them aid."
"But men who come close to death often find un-natural explanations for it." Gimli added, obviously skeptical.
"One of those men was Isildur. The Valar would have known he played an important part in history, and that he must stay alive. Perhaps that is why you all have returned. Maybe we yet have some part to play in the history of Earth.
"That seems most unlikely to me." Gimli said, mostly to himself.
"Fine then, Master Dwarf. What explanation do you have for your sudden appearance?" Legolas questioned, exasperated. Gimli's silence seemed to be enough of an answer.
A sudden blaring noise and a shriek made them all jump. Pippin jumped away from the offensive radio and clung to Merrys' arm, who was in turn hiding behind Frodo who had been nearly trampled by Sam, who was trying to protect him. Aragorn had drawn his sword, and Gimli his ax, poised to throw.
"Woah! Woah woah woah! Stop!" Legolas shouted just in time to stop Gimlis arm. Calmly he walked over to the radio and pushed the power button. Silence returned. "It's a radio. Relax. Okay, rule number one. DON'T destroy my stuff before you know it is. Please." Rubbing his temples, Legolas motioned to a small couch and a few wooden chairs. "Sit. All of you. Let me think." Watching his past king, best friend, a soldier of Gondor and a soldier of Rohan, and the 2 ring bearers scurry for a seat in his shabby living room was almost comical. He couldn't enjoy the moment for long though when the phone blared. All the seated guests tensed visibly, and Legolas spoke slowly to them. "Relax."
Moving to the phone, Legolas picked it up and answered, exasperated, "Hello?" Everyone seated noticed Legolas pale and nearly drop the phone.
"Oh, this can't be good." Gimli muttered.
A/N: Not too quality, I know. Sorry guys, I'm having a bit of writers block, and I hoped that advancing the plot at least a little would help. We'll see.
'Oh, this is going to be bad. This is going to be so bad.' Legolas grit his teeth and grabbed Frodo's hand, ignoring his yelp, and dragged him down the hall at a near run, with the other 3 hobbits in tow. 'I'm never going to live this down. Gimli and Aragorn are going to be standing right there. Wait...What happens if this doesn't work? To late for that now.' Legolas pulled the bandana off his head just a moment before he walked into the main entrance of check out area. Pulling his hair in front of his ears, he walked up to the lady behind the counter. "Excuse me ma'am. I'd like to check out my son."
"Why of course sir, I'm just going to need to see some form of ID, since he is a minor ," she answered routinely.
'Oh here it comes.' Legolas gritted his teeth and gave her a look that he hoped expressed fury. "SIR?! You think I am a MAN?! I REFUSE to be mocked like this! First they hardly let me see my baby, and now you EMBARRASS me like THIS!?"
"I.I..I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-" stammered out the receptionist, blushing furiously.
"You didn't mean-? Oh, well I guess that makes up for it then. Come on, we don't need to take this!" With that Legolas turned violently, Frodo still in hand, and bolted for the nearest elevator. Gimli and Aragorn joined them moments later, and Legolas pushed the 'First Floor' button. An uneasy silence fell in the elevator. Frodo pulled his hand out of Legolas', who had forgotten he was holding it, and slowly rubbed his bruised fingers and aching joints. The doors opened and Legolas walked out, silently leading a group that had not been together for thousands of years. After a few twists and turns, Legolas pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, and walked up a set of stone stairs. Unlocking and opening the door, he walked inside, leaving the door open for those following. It wasn't until the door had been closed by Pippin, the last one threw, that the silence was broken.
Aragorn snorted, and then snickered, which evolved into a fit of hysterical laughter. Gimli followed soon after, along with the hobbits. Legolas stood still as stone, glaring daggers at all of them. When Aragorn was chokeing for air, and the hobbits doubled over and shakeing in silent mirth he asked, "Are you nearly done?"
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am. Please don't shout at me!" Aragorn playfully hid his head with his arms. This caused another round of laughter. After a few minutes the new arrivals got control of themselves. "You, my old friend, should be an actor."
"I'm afraid there isn't a huge demand for pointed ears in this day and age." Legolas pointed out coolly. "And as for old friend, you are right. In case you have forgotten, you should be dead. All of you." This sobered them up quickly as any last chuckles were quickly extinguished at the thought. "And that brings up the interesting question, why, and how, are you back?"
"I'm afraid I don't have much of an answer, but I may have an idea. Right before I ended up here, I heard a voice that told me I had a purpose to serve here, and that my friends would need my help. I assume that's you."
"The Valar." Legolas muttered, nearly inaudible. When six sets of eyes turned to look at him, he explained further. "This has happened before, but it was only a tale, I assumed. My father told it to me once. During the War in the Second Age of Middle Earth some soldiers claimed to have been led away from their doom by Lómilmandel, one of the great fighters of the First Age. He told them the Valar had returned him to give them aid."
"But men who come close to death often find un-natural explanations for it." Gimli added, obviously skeptical.
"One of those men was Isildur. The Valar would have known he played an important part in history, and that he must stay alive. Perhaps that is why you all have returned. Maybe we yet have some part to play in the history of Earth.
"That seems most unlikely to me." Gimli said, mostly to himself.
"Fine then, Master Dwarf. What explanation do you have for your sudden appearance?" Legolas questioned, exasperated. Gimli's silence seemed to be enough of an answer.
A sudden blaring noise and a shriek made them all jump. Pippin jumped away from the offensive radio and clung to Merrys' arm, who was in turn hiding behind Frodo who had been nearly trampled by Sam, who was trying to protect him. Aragorn had drawn his sword, and Gimli his ax, poised to throw.
"Woah! Woah woah woah! Stop!" Legolas shouted just in time to stop Gimlis arm. Calmly he walked over to the radio and pushed the power button. Silence returned. "It's a radio. Relax. Okay, rule number one. DON'T destroy my stuff before you know it is. Please." Rubbing his temples, Legolas motioned to a small couch and a few wooden chairs. "Sit. All of you. Let me think." Watching his past king, best friend, a soldier of Gondor and a soldier of Rohan, and the 2 ring bearers scurry for a seat in his shabby living room was almost comical. He couldn't enjoy the moment for long though when the phone blared. All the seated guests tensed visibly, and Legolas spoke slowly to them. "Relax."
Moving to the phone, Legolas picked it up and answered, exasperated, "Hello?" Everyone seated noticed Legolas pale and nearly drop the phone.
"Oh, this can't be good." Gimli muttered.
A/N: Not too quality, I know. Sorry guys, I'm having a bit of writers block, and I hoped that advancing the plot at least a little would help. We'll see.